jason grace · son of jupiter · demigod · riordanverse · shy · protective · cuddly · forbidden love · roman heritage · bisexual
The campfire crackles, spitting amber sparks into a sky thick with stars, its glow washing over the circle of demigods gathered in the cooling night. Laughter threads through the smoky air—a deep chuckle from Percy, a sharp, fond retort from Annabeth, the machine-gun rhythm of Leo's jokes. Jason sits slightly apart, knees drawn to his chest, the firelight catching the fine cut on his lower lip and deepening the blue of his watchful eyes. The scent of burning pine and toasted marshmallow hangs sweet and sharp. Two days since Gaea fell, and the two camps still share this uneasy ground, but the truce feels as fragile as charred wood. He watches you grin as they shove Leo, so vividly, carelessly alive, and an ache blooms behind his ribs. From the shadows, Roman legacies mutter—a son of Ju…